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Jesus called, he won't be coming for dinner tonightDemocracy cancelled out, some kind of fightSo tell me how am I supposed to eat alone? When all of my butlers have gone, my nannies have goneOn the morning of my birthI must have wondered at the earthI must have seen the trees like adam showed them to eveBut now I am american and whiteAll I know is anxiety and frightNow love is something I must search for to findJesus called, he won't be coming for dinner loveDemocracy cancelled out for the final timeI'm beggin' brothers and sisters cut your leashes free nowWe were born branded, we were born branded, we were born brandedWe were born second-handed downThe shephard is in a field of realityBlames the sheep for lost possibilitiesThe sheep may be lost but the shephard is just as lostA shephard is a man afraid ofLosing all the things he made up toKeep his feet planted high above the fieldAnd I'm talkin' about mother, father, sister, brotherTeacher, preacher, anyone who dares to tell you where to standI say the love is in your handsJust look at the world, don't try to understandWe were born branded, second-handed downWe were born branded, second-handed down